The Feeling Halfling
Chapter One: Blessing or Curse?
I suppose I should say abuse warning.
Chapter Key
"Pokemon Speech"
"Regular Speech"
'Thoughts' (can be with italics, which means a Pokemon's thoughts)
"Vic tini tini victini (this is how translated Pokemon speech works)"
Arceus, God of Pokémon, the Alpha Pokémon, watched the chosen one's mother intently, they would be strong, but not strong enough to complete the tasks required for them.
'What can I do to help though? Oh I know.' The Poke-god focused onto the life essence growing inside Delia Ketchum's womb and tweaked it slightly, adding another a strand of essence from a Pokémon that would help with bonding and feelings, it would leave no visible effects that the god knew.
When the bonding of Essence was complete, Arceus started to sleep, having his type plates missing and changing another being's DNA took it out of him.
Sadly, he forgot the power of the spirit, something he created himself, the ancient ability of Aura inside the growing child felt the change, and focused on it. It found the ability too powerful to leave so weak so it got to work bringing it to the surface.
[*months later*]
"Congratulations it's a girl!" The doctor said happily to the couple.
"What? But the tests said we were having a boy?!" Delia Ketchum exclaimed to the doctor.
"Sometimes those tests have mistakes." the doctor replied.
[*Three years later*]
"Please, honey, don't leave!" Delia cried to her husband as he placed his belongings into his car.
"I won't have a... child like that in my company, it isn't mine, I can see that." Mr Ketchum growled.
"But it is yours! I haven't slept with anyone else!" the woman replied, running towards the love of her life, only to feel a stinging sensation on her cheek.
Mr Ketchum drove away quickly, leaving Delia Ketchum, who now sported a burning red handprint on her cheek...
And a little girl with green hair, ruby eyes and two little horns on her head. The child felt the anger, the sadness.
It was aimed at her.
"R-ralts?" they cried fearfully
[*two years later*]
"W-why do you have to leave, S-serena?" Ashley Ketchum mumbled into her friend's dress, a weak feeling of sadness echoing silently inside her. Her hair was obscured by a large beanie on her head to hide her 'freakish horns', which made her 'freak powers' blocked out.
"Mommy says we have to move, Ashley, but don't worry," Serena held out a scale, a little pink oval in the centre, "This is a prism scale, it represents our bond we have and the pretty memories we share."
"Serena! We need to go!" Serena's mom called from nearby.
"I'm sorry." Serena said, running to her mother quickly.
Ashley stood there, holding the Prism Scale tightly in her hands.
Footsteps and a muted feeling of anger brought Ashley back to the world.
"Why are you out here, sweetie. You need to come inside." Her mother said, veiling her anger with trained, fake motherly tones.
Later that day the child had more bruises on her back, but she still held the Prism Scale in her bleeding grip.
[*a year later*]
Ashley was reduced to nothing but a slave for Delia, forced to do chores and cook on objects she couldn't reach without any help.
She burnt some food again, and it brought her to incomprehensible Pokémon cries again, fear was bumped up by more anger.
"Ra-Ralts, Alts Ralts Ralts-(Sorry Meema I messed up again, I can make more if you-)"
"Shut up, you freak. Can't even speak right, go to your room! Take that trash; it is all you're having today."
The child grabbed the still hot and smoking not-food-anymore in empty hands and stifled a cry of pain as the heat left burns on her hands; she ran to the small closet in the home's spare room and ate the dry charcoal with tearful eyes.
'Take me away, take me away from Meema! I'll accept anything, just knowing that the pain is inflicted by Meema and her being mad at freaky me makes it so much worse!' the green haired child thought as the blackness that was her food went down her dry throat. Her badly kept teeth ached as she crunched.
Her thoughts were eventually changed into mixtures of 'no', 'pain' and 'stop'.
Then it started to become a mantra of 'away'
'Awayawayawayawayaway' she held onto the Prism Scale on a yarn string around her neck with fear.
And it worked, a flash of unseen light left nothing but remnants of charcoaled food and dry blood.
Ashley heard the cries of echoey bird Pokémon, which she heard as "Hello", water lapped at her arms as she curled up, hear hair got soaked by storm.
She opened her eyes and saw water and sand. When Papa was still with Mommy they took her to a place like this, called it a beach.
"Child which feels like a Ralts, what are you doing in a thunderus sky like this, you should be inside." A voice which sounded ragged and old said next to her, she turned and saw a strange fish, with ruined grey fins and dull purple scales, staring at her with a black banded gaze, a Feebas.
"D-deserve it" Sshe chattered, a combination of fear and cold sea getting to her.
"Why do you think that child which feels like a Ralts and talks like a Ralts?" the ragged fish said kindly.
"M-meema s-says I deserve no comfort." Ashley chattered once more, her thin-petite form quaking like crazy
"A large amount of codswallop, and a meema is supposed to care for their young if you ask me, there is a living cave nearby; a couple humans are staying in there and should help."
The heavy rainfall was the Pokémon's only reply.
"Ralts child?" The ragged Pokémon called once more, only to see the child drifting in the mid-level waters.
"This is a rather dreadful situation..." She bubbled and tried to push the child out the water, yet her current form had a dreadful strength which made that a very difficult thing to do.
'I need to find some help... or find a way to make myself stronger.' The fish thought. A glint of pink caught her eye and the reflected colour's owner made the Pokémon's eyes widen.
'A prism scale... this could definitely help,' the Pokémon inquired as it grabbed the stringed scale in it's, 'but it needs an abundance of energy that is produced by moving from a different location to transpose and produce evo-'
What Feebas was describing was the cause of trading evolution, the power required to transfer living beings is extremely large and certain objects use the energy that gets wasted from the process to activate their inner abilities. Teleportation can also produce such energy, which is why wild Pokémon that evolve in such a manner go on searches to find a psychic type to teleport them and the required items to induce evolution. The teleportation induced by Ashley's fear gave enough of this energy to the prism scale to activate, and Feebas grabbing it was the final catalyst.
Mere moments later, in the place of the ragged fin Pokémon was the majestic form of a Milotic with a golden tail fin and light blue hair-like stuff.
"Hmmm?" the newly evolved Pokémon said aloud through a now dull Prism Scale as she grabbed her bearings of the world around it
"I evolved?" her voice was no longer ragged and croaky, and was smooth and heart-tickling, she had no time to think of how nice it was, she had a child to save, a slight manoeuvre of her body placed the green haired girl on her back, who wrapped her dainty arms around the emotions of safety and strange nostalgia.
With the new ability of land movement via slithering, Milotic trekked out the chilly waves and onto the muddy beach bank, and off towards the house it had talked about, if the child couldn't make it there itself she would have to take her instead.
[*A villa in Undella town*]
"Thank you for letting me stay in your Villa Cynthia. The weather right now is terrible, making it near impossible to do my research." Professor Juniper said to Cynthia via Xtranseiver
"No problem Aurea I'm glad I could help. Make sure you clean up though, the fridge is stocked too so if you need anything... well you know." Cynthia said kindly, before hanging up.
At the end of the call, Juniper sighed and stared outside to the heavy downpour, a movement caught her eye and she quickly focused upon it.
'Is that a... Milotic? What is it doing...' she thought. quickly grabbing an umbrella from the stand and heading outside, even the sight of a Milotic is rare and even weather like this wouldn't stop her from getting some special research done.
She opened the door... and found the Milotic waiting at the door.
She dropped the umbrella in excitement... but her face quickly changed to show shock when she saw what the Pokémon was carrying, a small child which didn't look in very good condition.
Keen on helping the child she barely questioned the peculiar green hair and red horns.
As she carried the child inside, Milotic followed intently.
[*Next morning.*]
Ashley heard the near silent calls of "Good Morning!" coming from outside, this signalled a spark of fear as when the tiny voices which came from flying Pokémon sounded she should have been up making breakfast, even though her surroundings were not familiar she quickly dashed into the kitchen, idly noticing the woman and a Pokémon she didn't recognise who were seemingly asleep next to the place she was asleep. Knowing someone was near her didn't help with the situation as she rushed to make something for them, hopefully if she appeased them maybe they wouldn't hurt her as much.
[*ten minutes later*]
Professor Juniper woke up to a very delicious scent of brewed coffee, eggs and bacon. She shuffled into the direction of the scent.
Then it struck her, the child! She ran into the kitchen to find the girl cleaning a frying pan which was greased up from the meal cooked inside it.
"Child..." Juniper said in a soft voice, even so the Green haired girl jumped, sending the pan onto the sink with a clatter.
"R-ralts ralts, ralts ra alts ralts alt ralt"(S-sorry for the mess miss, I made breakfast for you, please don't hurt me...) The child chattered fearfully, pointing to a plate of fried food on the table before curling into herself.
"Umm, thank you... Are you alright?" the Unova Professor asked carefully, she didn't really understand the girl.
Subconsciously the child took a read on the woman and noticed that there was no anger aimed towards her, and a feeling she had never felt before was there instead, her fear was slightly quenched.
"F-fine, miss. Breakfast is on the t-table, but I-I can make something else for you if you don't want it." the girl squeaked.
"Thank you, little one." the woman said as she sat down, quickly taking a bite from a seemingly expertly cooked sausage, "Wow! This is really good!"
Ashley face moved to a look of shock, she had never received a compliment before! Meema had received compliments at her cafe, but when she had to cook for Meema there was either 'adequate' or 'terrible'.
"T-thank you miss..." she mumbled, positivity was a strange feeling to her, but it chipped away at her fear nonetheless. The next words out the older person's mouth added some confusion into the mix.
"Are you not going to eat any of this?" the professor asked, only just realizing the setup on the table, a single plate in front of her, other plates surrounding it and a mug of coffee.
"N-no I wouldn't, I s-shouldn't..." Ashley's words stayed human, but turned intelligible nonetheless.
"Nonsense, come here." The woman held her hands out to the girl, who flinched at the motion of hands aimed her direction but still obeyed and moved closer.
The professor picked up the girl and placed her on her lap. Cutting a small piece of bacon and stabbing it with her fork, she then moved the fork to the girl's mouth, who was still shaking her head and mumbling 'not allowed'.
"Come on, a child your age needs to eat so they can grow into a fine young lady." the woman said, attempting to coax the child into eating the piece.
After two minutes of coaxing the child's resolve broke and she slowly opened her mouth, moved towards the fork and took the bacon.
Her taste buds sparked with unknown enjoyment, after eating burnt things and old bread something this good made her eyes spark with child-like wonder, something that had been ground out from the ruby gazers quickly after her papa left meema.
Juniper smiled seeing the girl's face change to one of enjoyment.
"Good isn't it?" Juniper said.
Ashley just nodded, her eyes closed with happiness enhanced by feeling the other female's
It would take much more work to heal the shattered child, but it was a start.
New story for yo faces. Isn't that great.
Quite a dark first chapter, an abusive Delia Ketchum was quite sad to write.
If you didn't like that part, don't you worry. Delia will be seen again but will totally try and make it up to Ashley.
Yeah... Fem!Ash, there will probably be a Harem... not a harem per say, more like a group of woman part of a fan-club who decides they will share the girl. For a long time it will be a one-sided harem because I like the idea of a girl so innocent she doesn't even realise most females and males she meets have the hots for her. Not even feeling the emotion of lust will make her realise it, due to her not knowing the emotion herself.
Anyways, going to orbit.
Cya.
Now updated with better punctuation! (I hope)